"What is this?"
Tyran asked, looking at the jar with some surprise.
"Araki the Lich's Locker," Diego explained, glancing at the priest whose face had changed dramatically—the latter standing up on guard, the power of the shining Light converging toward his hands—and adding, "has been purified." ” The priest was a little embarrassed and distracted from the power of the Light in his hand and sat down again.
"I felt a strong arcane aura up there."
Mage Abilton stared eagerly at the jar and muttered.
Mages have always been fanatical about magical creations, as they can always learn more about the unknown through the study of these objects.
"Yes, as far as I know, Araki anchored the nodes of the Psychic Academy's defensive circle to this jar."
The others didn't figure out what Diego meant, but the mage was different, and he immediately realized the most crucial point.
"So, this is the node key of the Psychic Academy's defensive array?"
He looked at Diego with wide eyes, waiting for the hunter's answer.
"Yes!"
Diego nodded, and he muttered, "But I don't know how to use it." ” "I know!"
Ableton said impatiently, carefully moving the jar to himself, intently observing, "I mean, I'll figure out how to use it." ” "Well, the biggest problem solved," Tirio?
Fording clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention, "Now it's time for us to think about how to attack this underground labyrinth."
Is there anything else you'd like to say?
” "The map in front of us is from before the Scourge took over Keldaron, and I'm sure they've remodeled its underground parts over the years, and we'll have to take that into account when we attack."
Zerhart, the commander of the Ironwalled Legion, patted the somewhat worn map and said.
"I think our Forsaken allies would have some pertinent opinions on this, as many of them have been in that haunted place, and some have even been reincarnated as undead creatures there."
Diego interjected, in his opinion, it was not only the responsibility of humans to attack the Spiritual Academy, but also the goal of the Forsaken, and that the vision of the undead of the Forsaken was superior to that of humans in such a black-lit place.
"Looks like it's time to talk to our Forsaken allies."
Tirio nodded, agreeing, he also realized the advantages of the Forsaken fighting underground, and more importantly, it was a good way to mitigate human casualties, wasn't it?
…… The meeting with the Forsaken about the capture of the Psychic Academy did not take place anytime soon, as there was bad news from the Chapel of Light's Wish in the Eastern Plaguelands - at least three legions of the Undead Scourge were heading from Stratholme to the western side of the Plaguelands, and it was clear that the two legions of the Scourge were coming to the rescue of the Psychic Academy.
Tirio?
Fordin had to send the two legions of the Ironwall and the Forsaken to the banks of the Sodoril River at the border of the two plaguelands to hold off the Scourge reinforcements.
However, Tirio did not make it to the banks of the Sodoril, and neither did Diego.
The top priority now is to completely eliminate the undead natural disasters entrenched in the psychic academy, if the psychic academy is defeated, the cataclysmic legion that has lost its rescue target will naturally retreat.
On the second day of the Iron Wall's march north, the Lark Legion and the remaining half of the Forsaken Legion - the Forsaken suffered casualties in the Battle of Andohar - also marched to the island of Keldaron, although one and a half legions may not be able to defeat the Psychic Academy, but it is still possible to suppress the undead scourge in the ground and dare not take the lead.
It is worth mentioning that the day after the end of the First World War in Andohar, Blair?
Copperbeard left alone, and the dwarves kept in mind their promise to bring the dwarven army with them before they stormed the Psychic Academy.
Along the southern shore of Lake Daron Mere, it took only two days for the coalition forces to reach the island of Keldaron.
Crossing the stone bridge that connected to the south shore, they entered the island in the middle of the lake that smelled of death.
The island consists of a small valley surrounded by mountains in the center and a narrow flat area facing the lake on the west side.
The estate of the Barov family, which has been passed down for generations, is located in the central valley.
It is said to be a manor, but this complex of buildings consisting of city walls, castles, blacksmith shops, militia barracks, and some dwellings is not an exaggeration to call it a fortress, and there are even some small-caliber dwarven cannons erected on those walls.
On the small plain facing the lake on the west side are a number of small houses inhabited by civilians who served the Barov family.
In addition to this, there are a number of holiday villas for tourists – without exception, these villas are also the property of the Barov family.
Before the outbreak of the natural war, every summer, Keldaron Island attracted a large number of tourists to spend their holidays with its beautiful lakes and mountains, earning a large amount of gold coins for the Barov family.
There's even a small pier dedicated for visitors.
But now, it's all in ruins.
The oak and pine trees in the mountains have withered, the statues and fountains of the manor are covered with yellow-brown moss, and the waddling undead creatures roam aimlessly among the ruins, and when they see the human army entering here, these monsters thirsting for fresh flesh and blood immediately pounce on them without fear.
But they were easily eliminated by the intruders.
These naturally awakened undead creatures are not as trained as the Undead Scourge, they are completely driven by their desire to prey, and a very simple slash can solve their sad lives.
However, after learning that the entrance to the Psychic Academy was under the main castle on the side of the mountain, Tirio was not so eager to attack.
Under his orders, the Lark Legion was stationed at Barov Manor, while the Forsaken Legion was stationed in the dock area near the lake.
Immediately afterwards, a "patriotic health campaign" against the entire Barov estate was vigorously launched.
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The holy water made by the priests sprinkled every inch of the valley, the spirits of the dead were cleared, the ruins were cleared, and the houses that were still habitable were repaired as if they were fighting a protracted battle.
Of course, while doing all this, there was always a company blocking the gates of the main castle in case the undead of the psychic academy jumped over the wall and launched a surprise attack.
Time always slips away inadvertently, and in such a busyness, half a month passes quickly.
On that morning, when Diego and Masrae were on the edge of the dock to meet the injured Dezco, they suddenly saw something appear in the western sky.
At first he thought it was just a few large migratory birds—geese or storks or something—but then he realized that it didn't look like a bird's flight, and those little black dots were coming in neat columns from the west, and they were passing through the North Auckland Mountains and approaching the sky over Andorhar.
Diego applied an eagle eye to himself to see further.
He watched vigorously at the approaching dark shadows.
Is it a flock of birds?
If so, they could fly much higher than most birds, and its silhouette looked strange, not at all like any bird he knew.
But these shadows are getting closer, bigger and bigger, bigger and bigger.
It continues to get bigger.
"Oh my God, in the name of the Queen!"
Diego heard the Forsaken soldiers beside him shouting in exclamation.
They were completely stunned by the sheer size of the thing.
What the hell is this thing?
To be able to fly at such heights with such a large size?
These big guys have already flown over Andohar and are flying in the direction of the island in the middle of the lake.
Diego couldn't help but crack his mouth and laughed happily.
Now he could make out the big creatures more clearly—round bodies, fish-like dorsal, pelvic, and caudal fins, and a shark-like mouth with white teeth.
There's a boat hanging from under its belly!
Diego knew he was right, it was a team of goblin airships!
"Goblin airships, it's orcs, they're finally here!"
He shouted happily.
But to his surprise, the Forsaken around him were not attracted by his shouts, as they were all pointing to the south and screaming frantically.
Diego looked south in amazement, and he saw a group of creatures more like birds than goblin airships flying towards the island.
They had the size of a lion and the same yellow-brown fur, but they had a furious bird face instead of a feline's head, and the beak of a bird emitted a screech like an eagle.
Its front legs have deadly claws, but the rear legs have thick cat-like pads and a long tail flung behind it.
The huge wings spread evenly on both sides, and the feathers covered its head.
A group of small figures sat on it as if they were riding horses.
"It's a good day, and the dwarves have arrived!"
Diego shouted happily.